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She gained reputation with her cousin and the men, but was ever afterward assailed with the reflection that the poor fellow might have been providing for a hungry family. Housekeeping cares rested lightly on Dicksie. Puss had charge of the house, and her mistress concerned herself more with the setting of Jim's shoes than with the dust on the elk heads over the fireplace in the dining-room.
He raised his hand slightly. "And I am very sorry for it," added Dicksie, before he could speak. Then, turning, she withdrew from the room. "I am sure," said McCloud slowly, as he spoke again to her cousin, "there need be no serious controversy over the right-of-way matter, Mr. Dunning. I certainly shall not precipitate any.
McCloud?" "Oh, Mr. Bucks!" "Or suppose he should be promoted and should have to go to headquarters some of us are getting old, you know." "Really," Dicksie looked most demure as she filled the president's cup, "really, I often say to Mr. McCloud that I can not believe Mr. Bucks is president of this great road. He always looks to me to be the youngest man on the whole executive staff.
When McCloud entered his office it was half-past nine o'clock, and the first thing he did before turning on the lights was to draw the window-shades. He examined the hat again, with sensations that were new to him fear, resentment, and a hearty hatred of his enemies. But all the while the picture of Dicksie remained.
I've got a poor little devil of an orphan up in the Deep Creek country. Du Sang murdered his father. You are rich and generous, Dicksie; do something for him, will you? Kennedy or Bob Scott will know all about him. Bring him down here, will you, and see he doesn't go to the dogs? You're a good girl. What's this, crying? Now you are frightened. Things are not so bad as that.
"They are talking this nonsense to distract us, of course, but I am bound to read you what I have here, if you will graciously submit." "Submit? I wait to hear it," laughed Dicksie. "My training in prosody is the slightest, as will appear," he continued, "and synecdoche and Schenectady were always on the verge of getting mixed when I went to school.
Alfred and Dicksie went to it, and their description filled Beth with a wild desire to see the creatures, especially the chimpanzee. The boys were quite ready to take her, but how was it to be managed? The menagerie was only to be there that one night more, but it would be open late, and they would be allowed to go because animals are improving. Could she get out too? Beth considered intently.
"But, by Heaven, George," exclaimed Smith, speaking with unaccustomed fervor, "Miss Dicksie Dunning is a hummer, isn't she? That child will have the whole range going in another year. To think of her standing up and lashing her cousin in that way when he was browbeating a railroad man!" "Where did you hear about that?" "The whole Crawling Stone country is talking about it.
On the other hand, when McCloud attempted to be flippant, Dicksie could be confusingly grave. Once when he was bantering with her at Marion's she tried to say something about her regret that complications over the right of way should have arisen; but McCloud made light of it, and waved the matter aside as if he were a cavalier.
I feel just as sure that those men can control the river as I do that I am looking at you that is, if anybody can. The question is, do you want to make the effort?" They talked until they left the horses and entered the house. When they sat down, Dicksie put her hands to her face. "Oh, I wish you had said nothing about it!
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